Strip me
of everything
else,
but
leave me
with my
self.
Only the
promise of
Oblivion
can
soothe my
sorely aching
soul.
Oblivion, I
will not
hasten,
but,
after fading,
I will
rest.
Let my
past be
nourishing
life
for solemn
oak trees’
roots.
Life shall
be far
sweeter
simply
for the
love of
it
and
its
brevity.